Ty had been confused when Ollie had texted him, more confused when he'd stopped by Carlos' apartments to find them empty. He had no idea what was wrong, or what Gael had to do with any of it, but there was a pit in his stomach as he jogged across town. He had his knives on him, and despite the 'dislike' of a gun much of the town had....Ty had also opted to bring one. It helped when a the other person was too far away for a knife, and much faster than chasing them down. But as he entered the theatre, his blood ran cold when he heard not one gunshot, but two.

Clearly someone else had thought about the benefits bringing a gun to a knife fight.

He pulled his gun out as he pushed into the theatre, seeing Gael and the other two on the stage first before he turned toward the mocking voice he heard on the other side of the gallery.

"Yes, yes...Boyfriend. He still is, little Club. He never stopped being it. And you, both of you, spoiled him in my absence. Dear me...the only thing left is to make him suffer. I was going to let him watch you both die, slowly....but well, heh. My anger got a little carried away." Hence the bloodied, probably dying, mess behind the two men on stage. He fired the gun at the two on stage again, laughing a little as he did. "Of course, he'll probably die before I get that chance. Oops." Ah well, it didn't matter as he fired again.